Disclaimer: No. I don't own it. Harry Potter and co belong to JK Rowling (*Bows down* I am not worthy!) who currently resides in Great Britain. My name is Kirsten Bernard and I currently reside in South Africa *waves flag. Starts singing National Anthem out of tune*.

Author's Notes: Haha! I'm getting on with this a lot quicker than my last few fics (As those who are fans of The Revival and Harry Potter and the Really Dumb Crossover Fic know ~.~). Plot bunnies. Gotta love 'em. And I'm studying for Biology Paper 2 so that probably has something to do with it. (Damn you Mrs Button for giving us Human Reproduction in both of our exams!!! AAAAAAAGH!!! *Rips hair from scalp*)

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Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion Chapter 2: The Beginnings of Hell

Two weeks later.

The eight men stood or sat nervously in Dumbledore's office, staring about at the pictures of various past heads of Hogwarts, and the other interesting things Dumbledore had in his office. Such as the phoenix who appeared to be laughing at them.

"I wish someone would shut that bird up." Draco muttered irritably over the bird's cackles.

Harry glared at him. "Fawkes saved my life quite a few times, Malfoy."

"Well, why didn't you say so? Then I could come up with better insults to throw at it for getting me into this mess." Draco smirked with a remnant of his old, unworried self.

"Oh would you to stop goin' on about it?" Seamus asked from where he was sprawled on a couch, one leg hanging over the side. "You've been at each other's throats for the past two weeks. Besides, we don't know for sure that any one is pregnant. And we won't until we get our urine tests back. So stop it already."

Ron glanced over at him from where he was standing by Fawkes's cage. "You evidently don't know them, Seamus. They'd be fighting even if the whole pregnancy potion thing never happened. They've been doing that since they were eleven."

At that moment, the door opened and Dumbledore stepped in, his cloak swirling about him. Everyone jumped to their feet and crowded round him, anxious to know their test results.

"Please, please. Settle down." Dumbledore said as if he were speaking to a noisy class. "In fact, I want you all to sit."

Everyone immediately sat down and stared at the headmaster nervously.

"Now, I'm afraid all your tests were positive. You are all in fact pregnant."

Loud groans reverberated around the room.

"This can't be happening." Severus moaned, hiding his face in his hands.

Dumbledore ignored him. "Now, it has been decided that you will all move out of your dorms into separate ones for each pairing. Since your children will share certain genetic characteristics through the mixing of energies, you will all be supportive of your partner and the child once it is born."

Everyone was staring at him as if he was mad.

"You mean.we actually have to go through with it?" Neville squeaked in panic.

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so. There are spells surrounding the potion that make it impossible to harm the embryos. Since the potion was invented to help women struggling to conceive, they didn't want to risk miscarriages. The babies will be carried to term."

"I'm not sharing a room with him." Harry and Draco said at exactly the same time, gesturing at each other before scowling deeply.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his glasses, despite his otherwise serious expression. "The house elves have already removed your trunks from your dormitories. You have half an hour to collect whatever other personal possessions may be there. You will still attend classes with your houses. Professor Snape, Professor Black, you will carry on teaching as normal."

Everyone nodded, somewhat grudgingly.

"So I think that's all sorted out. Meet my in the entrance hall in half an hour and I'll show you to your dorms." Dumbledore held the door open for them to leave.

"Me Da's gonna freak." Seamus groaned.

*

The five miserable Gryffindors made their way to their dorms in relative silence that was broken only by sniffles from Neville who was desperately trying to figure out how to tell his grandmother the news that she was going to be a great-grandmother in nine months. She was likely to have a stroke.

"Lunar Moth" Harry said gloomily to the painting of the Fat Lady that guarded the portrait hole. The minute they were inside, they were accosted by Hermione.

"I take it the tests were positive since the house elves took your stuff away, but why did they? You haven't been expelled, have you?" She looked positively distraught.

"No. We haven't been expelled. We have to move out and live with our partners." Ron replied.

A sixth year by the name of Melissa McFarren approached them. "Is it true? Are you guys really pregnant?"

Harry sighed. They were bound to find out sometime. "It's true." He said.

Melissa squealed. "Oh, wow. My sister's going to love this when I tell her. She just had her first two months ago. You don't even want to know the hell she went through." She cackled evilly as the boys visibly paled and Neville looked ready to faint again.

"Back off, Melissa." Hermione said coldly. "They don't need to know." She turned to the boys. "You don't have to go through with this, do you?"

"'Fraid so." Seamus said desolately.

Hermione looked feint. "Oh dear."

Harry looked at his watch. "We better go. We don't have any stuff we've left behind."

Hermione hugged all of them. "I'll see you at breakfast."

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Two More Weeks Later.

Harry awoke in his dorm, yawned, stretched, fumbled for his glasses, put them on and sat up. He opened the crimson and gold hangings that surrounded his bed and peeped out into the chilly mid-November air. Directly across from him, another bed still had its emerald and silver hangings still drawn about it, indicating that Draco was still asleep.

Yawning again, Harry slid his feet into his slippers and stood up, running his fingers through his hair that was even more rumpled this early in the morning and headed to the bathroom that joined onto the small dorm.

He looked, bleary-eyed into the mirror and rummaged through most of the clutter in the cupboard above the sink for his comb. He them promptly began to brush his teeth with it. He blinked, pulling the comb out of his mouth and, shrugging, began to run it through his hair. It didn't make much difference to the tangled mess but at least it looked more presentable. He grabbed his toothbrush off the stand and squeezed some toothpaste onto it and began brushing his teeth with the right instrument.

Once he had finished, he walked slowly back to the dorm where muffled barely-awake curses were coming from Draco's bed. Neither the Gryffindor nor the Slytherin were morning people.

Harry had just finished pulling on his shoes when Draco's head poked out of the hangings, mussed shoulder-length hair falling over his eyes.

Harry looked up. "Morning, Malfoy."

Draco glared at him, before making his own way to the bathroom. The sound of running water from the shower soon followed. Harry shook his head, chuckling. Draco wouldn't be capable of normal human conversation until he'd had at least two cups of coffee.

About ten minutes later, Draco emerged in nothing but a pair of tracksuit pants and a towel on his head like a turban. Harry tried not to notice, as he always did, that Draco had an amazing body. /Dammit. Why do I feel this way? I'm straight. Straight!/ He thought futilely to himself. Not matter what he thought, it didn't change the fact that he was becoming sexually attracted to Draco Malfoy. Harry angrily shook these thought from his head.

Draco finished dressing and pulled on his cloak. "Shall we go to breakfast then?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm hungry." Harry replied.

"Oh, and morning to you too, Potter." Draco added.

They stared at each other. This was the first time they'd said something civilised to each other in over seven years.

"You know," Harry said slowly, "This whole last name thing isn't working for me. I mean, we're technically carrying each other's kids for crying out loud. Shouldn't we.I dunno.get used to called each other by our first names."

"I was thinking that myself." Draco said. "Fine. I'm Draco." He held out his hand, smiling.

"I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you." Harry said, taking the blonde's hand and shaking it. They burst out laughing."

"Let's go get some food."

*

"I can't go on like this." Ron groaned to Harry at the Gryffindor table about twenty minutes later. "I haven't had a decent night's sleep in two weeks. Neville snores loud enough to wake the dead."

"He always has." Harry replied. "Maybe pregnancy's making your hearing more sensitive. Ask Hermione to conjure you up some extra strong earplugs."

"Why?" Asked Hermione, who appeared suddenly and sat down in the empty seat between them and poured some milk over the bowl of cereal that materialised.

"Neville's been snoring extra loud. Where have you been? Breakfast's almost finished." Ron said, nibbling on a piece of bacon.

"Oh, I was in the -"

"Library." The boys finished off for her. "Honestly, Hermione, you spend more time in there than the books themselves." Harry added.

"Well, I took these out for you." The bushy-haired girl said, smiling. She dug in her bag and pulled out six large books. "They're all about what to expect during pregnancy, so you'll have some idea of what's going on."

The boys hugged her. "Hermione, you're the best."

*

It was during Transfiguration that the downside of being pregnant began showing themselves. Harry, while copying down notes on how to transform trees into elephants ("This will be in your exam. I trust you will all study it diligently." Professor McGonagall had said) when he suddenly felt rather sick. He put up his hand.

"What is it, Potter?" McGonagall asked.

"Please, Professor. I think I'm going to be sick." Harry said, his face rapidly going from pale to an unbecoming shade of green.

"Of course, go. Run!" the teacher said, understandingly.

Harry bolted out of the room and into the nearest bathroom where he soon expelled the contents of his stomach. He groaned, resting his head on his arm against the toilet seat.

"This is the beginning of hell."

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YAY! Chapter 2 finished. Morning sickness! And a teensy bit of slash between Harry and Draco. They will the main couple I focus on through this fic. And I'm not too sure about the Ron/Neville relationship. They just don't grab me as a couple. I'll probably leave them straight. Pair Ron off with Hermione. Yeah, that's a good idea. Neville.maybe with Lavender or Ginny.

Stay tuned for more tortures! They're gonna go shopping soon! Maybe in Chapter three or four. I'm enjoying writing this!